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23 October 2007 @ 04:46 pm
It's karaokegal's birthday!  
Title: Perverse
Rating: Mature [non-graphic sex and language]
Pairing: Wilson/OMC, Wilson/House
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Wilson doesn't deal well with comfortable stasis.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, and no profit is being made form their usage here.
Author Notes: Happy Whatever-th B-day, karaokegal!

Wilson got to the hotel early and paced the room back and forth for a good half an hour, thinking about what Julie would say if she could see him; what Cuddy would say. He didn't bother to imagine what House would say, the very thought of being found out by House was entirely too depressing. Cuddy would only scold him, perhaps offer some form of maternal guilt. Julie would mock him; call him out for the degenerate he was. House would--

Honestly, he was almost scared to find out.

There was a knock on the door, and Wilson had a sudden, terrifying vision of some patient or doctor from the hospital being outside, or worse yet, a cop, but when he peered through the peephole he only saw a young redheaded man, idly glancing at his watch.

"What should I call you?" Wilson asked, after he had let the other man in. The redhead looked up from the satchel he'd laid on the room's only table, the corner of his mouth turning up in something a bit too ironic to be labeled a smile.

"There's no 'should' here," he replied. "You can call me whatever you want. If you wanted to ask for me again, however, the agency lists me as 'Lucas'." After a moment's pause he returned his attention to his bag.

"Lucas is fine," Wilson agreed. "I ... don't know anyone named that, so it's fine."

Lucas quirked the corner of his mouth up in a parody of a smile once more. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather call me something else?" He asked, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tenor. He pulled two long, red silk scarves out of his satchel, and Wilson swallowed hard. "I don't mind playing pretend, as long as you give me a role."

"No," Wilson said quickly. "I just ... no."

Lucas shrugged, his shirt tight enough that Wilson could see the movement of his muscles through it. "The client is always right. Where shall we start?"

"You can call me Evan," Wilson blurted, because he'd put some thought into the pseudonym, and Lucas hadn't even asked yet.

The redhead chuckled, the sound coming from deep in his chest. "I'll be calling you a lot of things." He crawled up onto the bed, sitting up on his knees to drag his shirt off over his head. "Lie down, Evan ... unless you want me to make you?"

"You didn't come home last night," House said, lightly, because heaven forbid he admit to having been worried. "Is the magic already gone?"

"I had a lot of paperwork," Wilson replied, without looking up from his desk. "I slept on the couch in here. I'm sorry I didn't call."

House pulled a face--Wilson didn't need to look at him to know this, he could picture it just from the tone of his voice. "What am I, your mother? You don't need to tell me every little thing that goes on." House paused. "Unless it's interesting," he added.

Wilson looked up, resting his chin in his hand. "There are three patients with ovarian cancer that I'm trying to get into a research study taking place in--"

"Right. Not interesting," House cut him off, fishing in his pocket for his Vicodin.

"No, but it needs to get done." Wilson sighed, looking down at the paperwork he had not, in fact, done last night. "How about I pick up Chinese on the way home tonight? I'll swing by that Szechwan place you always complain is too far out of the way."

House's expression brightened. "I knew having a houseboy would come in handy. Make sure to get dumplings."

"So, I take it that you liked me?" Lucas said the next time they met, smiling almost smugly in an expression that very much reminded Wilson of House.

"Well," Wilson hedged, "better the devil you know, I guess."

House took a sheaf of reviews right out of his hands and hopped into the back hallway with them. Wilson blinked, bemused, for a moment, and then called after House, "You know, I wasn't finished with those."

House looked rather smug when he limped back a few moments later. "I have hidden your papers," he said smugly. "If you ever want to see them again, you will shut up and watch crappy serial dramas with me for the rest of the night." He lowered himself onto the couch, and then glanced at the kitchen. "Also, you will get me beers. Starting now."

Wilson crossed his arms, quirking an eyebrow. "Did you put them under your mattress with the porn?"

House's eyes only darted away for a moment. "No."

Wilson groaned, covering his eyes, and then pushed himself to his feet. "House, I swear to God, if my paperwork is sticky--" But he didn't head for the bedroom--he went into the kitchen and returned with two beers and a bag of ranch potato chips. "Is the OC on tonight?"

It wasn't like Wilson needed to be tied up in order to enjoy sex, any of his wives could tell you that. It was just that something about it, not just the bondage but the utter vulnerability of it, made the entire experience meaningful to him in a way that just sex never was. It was no secret, after all, that Wilson loved negative attention as much as positive. The secret, if there was one, was that perhaps he even preferred the negative attention; that not having to pretend to be kind and likable was almost liberating.

"You think I'm a whore?" Lucas hissed into his ear, pulling his neck so far back that he felt like it was folded in two. "You're paying someone to fuck you, you slut. You want someone to hold you down and make you take it, remind you that this--" he pressed his hips forward, hard enough that Wilson groaned-- "is all that you're good for. Maybe you think that if you let me fuck your pretty little ass often enough, I'll actually like you. Love you."

When Wilson came, it was with Lucas' laughter in his ear.

"Tell me what's going on," House said, leaning heavily on his cane, his free hand gripping the doorjamb. "No one has this much paperwork. If you're seeing someone, you might as well just tell me before I figure it out and give you shit about it--"

"I know it's hard for you to fathom," Wilson said tiredly, "but if I don't tell you something, maybe that's an indication that I don't want to talk to you about it."

"So you are seeing someone!" House crowed triumphantly.

"I was speaking generally," Wilson assured him, without trying all that hard to be convincing. "When would I have time to meet someone? I'm always either at the hospital or with you, so unless I'm screwing you behind your back--"

"Ha ha," House deadpanned.

"Your jealousy is very unbecoming," Wilson called after House, before the door slammed behind him.

When he slipped up, called Lucas 'Greg' one night, the redhead didn't let it go. And well he shouldn't, because House wouldn't have.

"What's the matter, Greg wouldn't have you? Didn't want you? Or did he already have you?" Lucas pushed his face into the pillow hard enough that Wilson could barely breathe. "Took what he wanted from you and then left you. He knew what you were good for."

He gave Lucas twice his usual not-inconsequential fee that night. "I don't think we'll be seeing each other again."

"No?" Lucas replied, quirking an eyebrow. "You'll pardon me if I'm not too terribly broken up about it." He tucked the money into the waistband of his skin-tight jeans. "I don't actually enjoy being a bastard."

"Well, you're good at it anyway," Wilson murmured, and Lucas winked.

"I'm good at a lot of things."

House was leaning against his car when Wilson left the hotel, his face a thundercloud. He was wearing his 'cycle leathers, right hand clenched white-knuckled around his cane.

"Did you really think I wouldn't follow you?" House asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"I don't know," Wilson murmured weakly, shamed and meek.

"You really want someone to treat you like shit? That's what gets you off?"

"I don't know," Wilson repeated, not meeting House's eyes.

Wilson could hear House's uneven gait, didn't need to look up to see that House was barely an arm's length away. "You don't know a fuck of a lot, do you, you little whore?" House hissed, and pulled Wilson's face up to kiss him.

Extra special bonus just for k-gal!!
I am: hornyhorny
karaokegal: jbmouthkaraokegal on October 23rd, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
My birthday just keeps getting better and better. This is absolutely puuuurrrrrrrfect, including one of the best ever KEL's. I could definitely see Wilson hitting this particular bottom (heheh) and needing to go to that place and House reacting exactly this way. Plus you got my rough!talk fetish in there to the max.

And a gift coupon too? Lovely. I shall have to think carefully about how I wish to redeem it.

Thank you soooo very much. Having you in my fannish life is always a joy.
insufferable know-it-allbironic on October 23rd, 2007 10:42 pm (UTC)
Happy birthday!
karaokegal: RSL Umbrellakaraokegal on October 24th, 2007 01:28 am (UTC)
Thanks. LJ birthdays are the best.
don't worry, I'm a professional: emote: iluvufallen_arazil on October 24th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
I knew you'd like it! *beams* I didn't feel up to getting terribly graphic with the sex, but I'm glad you liked it anyway. Sorry about some of the typos, but as always, I was running late ^_^;;

This was really kind of a concept fic--do you remember when I wrote that Wilson/rentoby fic a while back? And then that 'Wilson jerks off while House watches and mocks' fic for [Bad username: mmom"]? This was kind of supposed to be in the same vein. Actually, I might write some more of this, since House isn't actually as sangine about this development as he might seem here. ^_^ yay angst!

karaokegal: jbhandskaraokegal on October 25th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
Yay for MORE angst. I'm reading a little less House-fic these days, but I'll always read H/W angst from you. I remember the MMOM fic very well cos that was sort of a "karaokegal" fic, if I recall correctly. More of my rough-talk fetish. Mrrroww.

Yvirecrudescence on October 23rd, 2007 10:16 pm (UTC)
I think you have a Freudian slip in there: "When he slapped up, called Lucas 'Greg' one night," I'm assuming you mean "slipped."

Additionally, guh to sub!Wilson. I'm curious to know what happens next. A one-month-later deal or something. =)
don't worry, I'm a professionalfallen_arazil on October 24th, 2007 02:12 am (UTC)
Too late--K-gal already informed me! She also mentioned that it might be Freudian. =P

I'm curious to know what happens next.

I won't lie to you--if I were to do such a piece, it would not be happy.

insufferable know-it-all: wilson kissesbironic on October 23rd, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
I like the theory that Wilson likes being talked down to like that, being regarded with disdain instead of adoration, because he doesn't have to pretend; it makes a lot of sense in the context of his friendship with House. I like Wilson practically luring House into figuring out what's going on, even if he's doing it subconsciously; pretending it's not interesting, bribing him with food to change his mind, baiting him with the clue about 'when would he have time,' "slipping up" on the night he "breaks up" with Lucas, as if part of him knows House is out there, listening.

Plus, Wilson/OMC - never a bad thing.
don't worry, I'm a professionalfallen_arazil on October 23rd, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Hee, thank you. I had to have some theory about why this would appeal to Wilson, though for what it's worth, I don't really believe that Wilson is this broken.

You know, subtlety isn't really my thing--in fact, I prefer just the opposite, in-depth exposition, so I was worried about how much of what I was trying to say here I actually came out and said, and how much I was able to imply. =/ Wilson is subconsciously daring House to find out, which should have made House wary to begin with. After all, when Wilson really wants to hide things, he's more than proven that he can.

Mostly, though, what I was going for was a contrast--I wanted the scenes with House to be homey and domestic, seeming genuinely comfortable, and then to jump to the reveal that that quiet closeness is not at all what Wilson needed.

Anyway, sorry to ramble. This was something of a concept fic, and while I'm mostly satisfied about the way this turned out, I would have liked to make it longer. It's just, as usual, I was leaving things to the last minute, and needed to finish up in time to post it today. =P

Strictly Ornamentaldaasgrrl on October 24th, 2007 12:54 am (UTC)
Fabulous fic, especially the way it turned out - I thought it could have gone either way there. Love Lucas, love what Wilson needs from him, the obvious H/W affection and the way that kind of twisted dance works better for them than just talking about it.
don't worry, I'm a professionalfallen_arazil on October 24th, 2007 02:19 am (UTC)
Thanks! This was something of a concept for for me, but in the end I left it with the moderately happy ending rather then piling on some more angst. It's like ... angst, but with a pleasant, minty aftertaste. ^_^

Hll Angel: Bugger!hllangel on October 24th, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
That was oh so hot.

Best line: so unless I'm screwing you behind your back...

And what a way to end it. Wonderful and hot.
don't worry, I'm a professionalfallen_arazil on October 24th, 2007 02:45 am (UTC)
Best line:

Ha! I quite loved that line myself. It just seemed very much something Wilson would say.
☆ you are jeff.: [TV] House MD // House and Wilson.backtograce on October 24th, 2007 06:45 am (UTC)
*jaw drops*
. . .

*wipes drool*

Okay, I think I might be able to form a sentence now.
Where to start, though?

I've always pictured Wilson as sub. Definitely fits him all too well in this piece. I love how you didn't go into serious detail with the sex scenes. Very nice, not smutty at all.
And I love how House picked up on things, like always. And how he did get jealous, in a very House way.
And I love, love, love the last bit. ZOMG. Amazing.

Good work! I wish someone would write me beautiful, amazing, House/Wilson fanfiction for my birthday. Or other special occasions, since my b-day's long gone now.
don't worry, I'm a professional: iShip: H/Wfallen_arazil on October 25th, 2007 12:12 am (UTC)
I wish someone would write me beautiful, amazing, House/Wilson fanfiction for my birthday.

If they don't, clearly you don't have the right friends! ^_^

Yeah, the focus of this fic wasn't the sex, so I didn't put in the smut. (also, I didn't feel like it. ^_^ For me, writing sex scenes takes a lot of effort.)

Hah, everyone loves the last bit, but honestly, I just sort of threw in the kiss at the last minute. The plan was t have House want to be what Wilson needed but find himself unable to--except, I ended up hitting my deadline and ending earlier, and I wanted to show that House did want Wilson so ... yeah, the kiss.

Thanks for the comment!

☆ you are jeff.backtograce on October 25th, 2007 12:17 am (UTC)
Obviously I don't have the right friends. *sadface*

And actually, it wasn't the kiss that I loved so much. It was just the idea of House being that dom and saying that to Wilson.
I'm into the whole dom thing, though, so I guess that helps...
alemyrddin: Wilsonalemyrddin on October 24th, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
mmm... I can see Wilson needing something like that. it's very in character for him.
And it was hot.
But I think House could give him what he needs too, and maybe now he'll start doing it. (yes, I want them to be happy together, even if I know it's hard)
daisylily: eating Chinese and laughing: _houselollydaisylily on October 24th, 2007 09:39 am (UTC)
"House, I swear to God, if my paperwork is sticky--"

HAHAHAHA! Wonderful!

I enjoyed this a lot - it worked beautifully. And the ending is just plain hot (are you sure you don't want to write a sequel?)

bridgididge on October 24th, 2007 09:45 am (UTC)
Man, there was this universe in which everyone's sexual orientation was based on Dom and Sub, and I remember thinking "God, Wilson IS a sub."

And it works so well, and it's so screwed up that I love it. I like the contrast between this kind of on the edge brutality, and weird domesticity he has with House. I'm not sure are they supposed to be House/Wilson established? I thought it was just set in season 2, but I might be having a brain freeze.

Loved it
Ariel aka Eryeryslash on October 24th, 2007 10:52 am (UTC)
Oh my god, this is so hot and wrong and...HOT. AND WRONG.
But I absolutely love it, and I'm not ashamed *g*
Little Miss GG: houselittlemissgg on October 24th, 2007 11:41 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed this and then I read the last line and my brain exploded all over the computer screen. This is... just brilliant, I like the choice of scenes, you don't tell us too much about Wilson and Lucus but enough for it to be hot hot and interesting and then the last line actually made me sqeak!
Pool in shorts is stupid: wilson: anguishedpetrichor_fizz on October 24th, 2007 05:51 pm (UTC)
Ah, I love the "one of them hires a rent boy as a substitute" thing. I LOVE it. And this is great. 'Lucas' has just enough of a personality to be interesting, and not so much that he started to annoy me, and the ending... wow. Especially that image of House - "House was leaning against his car when Wilson left the hotel, his face a thundercloud. He was wearing his 'cycle leathers, right hand clenched white-knuckled around his cane." I can just see it.
tourmaline1973 on October 24th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
Wow, sweet and sour in one fic, I love this :)
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don't worry, I'm a professionalfallen_arazil on October 30th, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
They do it, because they're asked, but you can tell that they'd rather not and that it puts them at a loss.

I would have liked to go into the dynamics a bit more, but I tried to stay off Lucas as much as possible, knowing I have a bad habit of growing fond of my OCs. Anyway, I think that especially for a prostitute, the sort of artifice they're used to involves stroking people's egos and making them feel good. Unless they're specialized, abuse is going to be something that they're unfamiliar with, and that goes against how they've trained themselves to react.


*weeps* I didn't want to! But I was running on a deadline, and that sad ending I had planned required a lot of exposition I didn't have time for. This isn't so much a happy ending as a sad ending I have yet to fully explain. The other stuff I talked about? I'm thinking of doing a sequel to address that. *nodnodnod*

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murgy31 on February 14th, 2009 11:04 pm (UTC)
That was awesome!